The end of misery is near. I could feel it.
I fell down and I couldn't stop crying. Devastation has left me a series of breathless sighs. I wanted the whole word to crumble down with my fall, but it took a step back, distancing itself as if I have mad cow disease. Farther and farther away, watching me in isolation.
Then a strange light caught my eye. Attractive enough to force myself in keeping the gaze straight through. Its rays are soaking my pain away.
I get up. I stand. I run the show.
No one wants dead air.
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